The tree stands tall,
With its branches spread,
With full of life,
Flowers blossoming on the tree,
Leaves fluttering in the cool breeze.
The sun shines it’s golden shimmering light on the tree trunks.
As the autumns bring the cold weather,
The tree starts to lose its beauty,
Leafs falls with the wind,
Birds fly off,
And the tree becomes almost lifeless.
But still, she gives away its branches to
the beautiful creations of nature to help
them get through
the cold days.
Standstill where the tree waits for the spring,
She stands graciously waiting for its beautiful days.
As time floats away, the wind brings in the spring,
Nature sprinkles life in the apparent stillness,
She spreads her branches,
The fruits, flowers start to blossoms,
The tree extends its branches with warmth
for all creations of nature,
She stands tall and dares all the weather
to give every one of them the taste of life.
She becomes the epitome of hope for
all those who wander in the glaring sun.
Sometimes if we listen closely enough,
we can hear her soft whispers,
As she dances through the alluring tune
of nature, she inspires us to go on
with the flow of life.
She sways in the wind.
she becomes the blanket of our life.
As she approaches her last days
on the beautiful planet,
she gives everything away for the,
little seedling to pave its way to,
the top from under the soil.
She slowly approaches the last bliss of life,
In her last days, she never forgets to be the blanket of hope,
And the day comes where she meets her creator.
The tree sheds it's Leafs, branches, fruit,
And then there is stillness.
Her beauty fades away, but never mystic beauty inside of her,
never the legacy that she had built for all of them.
Then as we seem, there is a cold stillness,
Nature sprinkles magic,
and a little leaf come under from where everything
almost seemed still.
